Cheerful to cranky, then chirpy again.
I have a tune stuck in my head.
It’s catchy, rhythmic, downright cheery and makes me want to prance around and go shalalala. Seems like my love for eurodance music has returned.
But wait, that was earlier today.
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As the day progressed, several happenings had changed me from Little Miss Happy to Little Miss Grouchy. And to mark the occasion - I bought myself a new grey tee-shirt with a scowling face and the words ‘GROUCHY’ printed above it. How very apt.
And pray tell, why the sudden mood swing?
1) Bunch of secondary school rascals playing music from their handphones at full volume while on board the bus, totally ruining the peace and quiet of my bus ride.
2) Likewise, an old fellow doing the same at the bus stop - and the choice of music. Oh, gawd. Chinese o-peeeer-rahhhhhhh. And I think he saw me cringing and muttering under my breath from my corner of the bus stop.
3) Google totally pissed the crap out of me by stopping me cold with a 403 - Forbidden error each time I attempted to do my research.
Apparently, it thinks I’m a spambot. (!!!??!!)
Oh, the irony. I loathe spambots with my life and here I am, being mistaken for one of my enemies. (Does this mean I hate myself then?)
Ah, whatever. I was given annoying captchas to fill during the first five times I was blocked but them captchas disappeared completely thereafter, which means I was basically locked out of Google.
And I have a shitload of research to do. ^!%*^(^@^$^@%^&$^*
4) Strange scenario here. My existence seems to have been completely wiped off the face of all known search engines. (Except Google, because I resubmitted my site just now.) Just try it. Try yahoo-ing ‘Brenda Tan‘, ‘little-wonder.net‘ or ‘brendalogy.net‘. You won’t find me there at all.
Which I found extremely weird because those searches used to yield me as one of the top five results, and I haven’t touched any configurations (robots.txt, meta tags … etc) on my site since then.
Am still in the midst of resolving this. If anyone has a clue, please shareee. (:
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Excellent dinner of grilled fish with rice at Long John Silver’s made me slightly chirpier though. But strangely, I seem to be the only individual among the people I know who actually likes it. :(
I swear, the type of conversations I’m encountering is slowly careening towards the realm of the M18 rating. Then again, it must be the people I am associating with.
Another one for today. This took place a couple of days back, and I am still sniggering ha ha ha whenever I think about it.
It all happened when M purchased herself a laptop ball (those ball things you can plant at the base of your laptop to elevate it so that the laptop fan can run unhindered) during the mid-class break.
“What’s with the balls?” - yours truly.
“It’s for my laptop,” says M.
“Why must your laptop have balls?”
“Err, my laptop is not a guy, it’s supposed to be a girl.”
“Then why are you giving her balls?”
“Hmm, to enhance her performance?” - M.
Another ridiculous conversation which once again, cumulated in a statement that sounds absolutely wrong. Err, I hope I don’t have to explain why it sounds so wrong but if you can’t get it - prod your imagination a little more.
Here’s another one between my mother and I. PG rated this time.
“I may be going to Bangkok again sometime soon, and this time I’ll be bringing back more things (e.g. tees) to sell,” says I.
Mum raises eyebrows.
“What do you think?” I enquired.
“Can’t you see the expression I just gave you?”
“Oh come’ on! Can’t you see your own daughter’s enterprising spirit?”
“Can’t you see my disdain towards your enterprising spirit?”
“Can’t you see my disappointment to towards your disdain?”
It could have gone on and on and on. Thank goodness it stopped because I was coming this close to bursting into laughter.
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On to other things.
Number one. Singing audition for a certain upcoming performance a couple of days ago, after having trained myself hoarse for five days on end prior to that day. I am not sure whether I did well, neither am I sure whether I did badly.
The people at the judging panel didn’t look too impressed either, so I am not that hopeful. Although I must admit that I want the chance to perform pretty badly.
Update: Got rejected. Nice. Partially, I am happy because I’d have more time for myself sans trainings, but partially - I am also sore because apparently one of them judges had actively egged me to take part in the damn audition and still rejected me anyway.
I should have spent my energy on more important things than training for it. Fucked.
Number two. PSYC001 - ‘Introduction to Psychology’ is proving itself to be a more interesting elective module than I’ve initially imagined.
The hefty amount of reading may be tedious, and I may be wrenching my back and shoulders struggling with a damned thick textbook (that weighs slightly more than my laptop) and my psyc notebook on top of my usual laptop every wednesday - but I still love it nonetheless.
Speaking of readings, I have two whole chapters waiting to be read now. And surprisingly, I am actually looking forward to it.
Number three. Back to my favourite doctor tomorrow. Final dose of my (slightly overdue) Hepatitis A vaccination plus my (supposedly) twice-yearly blood tests. After tomorrow’s jab, I am DONE with keeping track of such schedules.
Unless he finds some other reason to stick more needles into me.
Conversation between my mother and I in the car regarding a leaky window in my room. Apparently, this leaky window is the cause of an ongoing ant infestation in one corner of my room which has been my bane for the past two months.
“Lawrence told me today that the ants are there because the wood on my shelves are wet, and ants are attracted to wet wood,” said I.
“Is that so?” Mummy queries, concentrating behind the wheel.
“Yeah, apparently the leaky window is the problem,” I continued.
“Oh, I thought he’s fixed the leaking window already?”
“Apparently not, he told me this afternoon that the window is still leaking and needs to be fixed again,” I insisted.
“WHAT? But he came over and screwed your window last week when you were in Bangkok!”
A sudden silence.
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“Err, mummy. Do you know how WRONG that sounded?”
Well, we had a good laugh over it. HAHAHA.